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I do so love myself a festive
season. Of any particular kind. Xmas and Easter? Bring it on. Sadly, we’re not
very big on Halloween. Cause I suspect I could’ve gotten really sucked into
that one big time.
So Easter was last weekend. And
we had a lovely family meal with all of the kids and Amber’s boyfriend, Rob
too. Such a super chilled and relaxing day.
And I know that most people don’t
decorate for Easter. Look, I get it. It’s not for everyone. In fact, loads of
people don’t even decorate for Xmas. You do you, and all that. Each to their
own.
But I am so very, very fond of an
occasion. Of any kind. And at this time of the year, Easter is as good an
excuse as any. In addition, it gives me a marginally legitimate reason to
decorate and indulge in some crafting.
So pray tell, what do I do? Well,
I paint hollowed out eggs. And lots of them. Yip. I know I’m kinda nuts. And
most people don’t really get the point it all. But that’s okay. Cause I get it.
I grew up doing it and it’s an activity interwoven with many happy memories of
wonderful times together. In the home that I grew up in when I was still a
children. I enjoyed it when my children were little, when some of them were a
bit bigger, and even now. They’ve all given up and no longer indulge. The youth
of today. No stamina, I tell you. Even now, when I visit my Mom over Easter
time, we all indulge and paint big time. And usually some of my kids will pick
up their paint brushes too.
But as for me, I GO ALL OUT!!!
And I absolutely love it. Never let it be said that I don’t go the whole hog.
Cause truth be told, I’m rather fond of hogs too. Which brings me to another
point? Why isn’t there a whole celebration for the wonderful, miraculous pig?
So here’s the thing. You don’t
just randomly paint hollowed out eggs. First, you have to ensure that they get
hollow in the first place. Which means scrambled eggs on the daily, or almost
daily. In addition, there’s pancakes, waffles, flapjacks and the like. You’ve
got to painstakingly making teeny tiny little holes, blow out the insides and
then meticulously wash them. It’s also takes a bit of time for them to dry.
Then you’ve got to give them a few base coats so you’ve got a solid colour to
begin with. Having a wishy-washy background is not nice at all, and it
diminishes the overall effect of the final product. So, I’m thorough. Ensuring
that my foundation is good.
It is extremely fair to point
out, that though I love crafting, I’m honestly not particularly artistic. At
all. Juvenile at best. On a really good day. So I go for something that will
have an overall good effect. Swirling curly-cues, symmetric details and a fair
bit of fluffing it as I’m going along. Look, it doesn’t really mind if anyone
else likes them. Cause I do. And it makes me happy. Not just the final product,
which I invariably love cause it’s to my tastes. But because I love the process
of it all. Even just unpacking my Easter eggs from previous years brings me
joy. And I so love looking at them.
Apart from the odd egg shell that
breaks from wear and tear and the difficulty in storing them without them
becoming damaged or cracked, I still have most of my painted eggs. Every year,
my need for storage becomes bigger and more complicated. Cause how do you
really ensure that they don’t break? Eggshells are fragile things at the best
of times. Without the benefit of the gooey goodness inside the eggshell, it’s
even more prone to cracks and breakage. Let’s just say it’s complicated.
And through my collection of the
creations of past years, it’s been wonderful to see how every year has a colour
scheme or pattern of choice. I display my eggs proudly throughout my house on
as many available surfaces as possible. All in the hopes that my cats won’t
destroy them. So far, so good. But I don’t want to jinx it too much. I display
them in glass bowls and vases, sorting colours and themes together and love the
overall effect. Such a fun thing to do.
So this year, my colours are red
(beeeeeeg surprise), white and black. And I’m loving it. So awesome and I’m
loving the end results.
Found it quite funny that I’ve
had quite a few friends sending me messages or commenting, saying that Easter
does not feel complete without seeing my egg collection posted on Facebook. So
hurry up already. Most flattering and sweet.
Alas, I’ve promised my Grantie
that I’ll finish up this weekend. And pack it all away again. Mostly I suspect
he’s just tired of scrambled eggs. Can’t blame him really, I’m also feeling as
though I’ve peaked on my egg consumption. Because of his heart, we watch his
egg intake in general and usually stick to 2 eggs a week. But we might have
relaxed those restrictions a little bit over Easter. Not too hectic. The kids
helped with the eating of eggs too. But I think we’re all tapped out. In
addition, we finished the last marshmallow Easter eggs a few days ago. So it
really is time to move on.
So I give to you, Easter 2024.
Enjoy! Yes, I know I’m mad. Grant reminds me often enough.
Actually, on second thought. It
wouldn’t be fair to pack everything up straight away. Cause the newly painted
eggs have not yet had their chance to shine in the spotlight. To enjoy being
displayed. So perhaps I’ll stretch it out for just a little bit longer. But
will refrain from tackling anymore. Restraint, is a very, very hard thing to
do. But I’ll give it my best shot.
Anyone for scrambled eggs?
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